Vera the Mistress - стр. 18
”I know that you are not able to have children. Ara sacrificed you to her gods! She is familiar with Dark Magic!”
Vera's hands began to shake, she mechanically hung up, but the tremor was so strong that the phone fell on the snow-white floor tiles. It rang again.
She pressed the broken display against her ear and answered:
"Come to my house. I'll text you the address.
– Vera, you are in touch, thank God. I'm sorry, but I know your address. I also lived in this apartment for several years.
Larisa rang the doorbell exactly thirty minutes later. A tall, slender woman in her thirties looked chic. Dark, long hair, light brown eyes, a perfect face minimally touched with makeup, on the lips a nude fashionable shade of lipstick and a light train of expensive perfume, a black turtleneck, jeans, jewelry only a watch of a famous Swiss brand and a diamond ring on the ring finger.
I am Larisa, Lala for short. She took off her coat and left her bag in the corridor, followed the hostess to the kitchen.
– Tea? Coffee? – Vera barely uttered the words, such a crazy weight, fatigue, physical and moral pain fell on her, that she was becoming smaller and grayer in front of the gorgeous Lala.
"Thank you, I’ll just have a glass of water."
Lala immediately got down to the main point. She told her story.
Oleg got acquainted with her accidentally at the birthday of a rich friend of theirs, they instantly liked each other, and Larisa found out that Oleg had been married to Ara after a few months. Lala mentioned about the house in Thailand, how marvelously they were traveling in Europe, and then her lover rented this apartment for her.
Vera had a terrible headache. Lala’s words hammered her temples with no slightest mercy. She remembered her mother used to make her wear a rabbit fur hat in winter so that Vera wouldn't get cold in her ears. That cap was warm and large, the gray fur tickled Vera's face, and the strings under her chin pressed against her neck. She said that nothing could be heard in that hat, and when her mother called her to return home from the skating rink, Vera pretended that she did not hear her mother's shouts and promises to punish her for misbehavior.
So now sitting in front of Oleg’s ex-girlfriend, and the words said by the latter reached her through the imaginary child's fur hat like knife goes through the butter, she could heard and understand every word. The invisible strings were tight around her neck, and she drew in her breath noisily and heavily.
"Vera, are you alright?" She heard Larisa's words distinctly and clearly.